Romance is week 60’s theme, the couples that seem to
have it all. The ones that jet-set around the world, drive the nicest cares,
live in the coolest houses. Well… this theme isn’t necessarily about them…but
it could be.
There point is romance happens, and there’s some
examples, but I’ve copied word for word enough in this post.
Now to think, think, think, but I have nothing. none
of my books are of people who are sickingly in love right from the get go, and definitely
not jet-setting off anyway, because that cost money which they just barely
have. mostly, though, they aren’t the description because I’ve never written
what would be considered a full story, or a follow up to any of the stories I’ve
written, so here’s another sappy scene I managed to pull outta my head.
“You run and I will follow,” he mumbled. A fierce love shone from his
eyes, and if Dan hadn’t been a breath away from coming, he was sure he’d have
started to panic just from that look.
That look spoke of possession, love, lust, and everything else in the
whole wide world just given from Gene to Dan without anything in return.
Dan panted, his chest tight around the beating of his heart. The need
to return everything Gene gave him was strong, too strong for Dan and he let
that tidal wave of emotion rumble out of him, giving Gene everything he could,
even if he’d have to turn around and get it all back. For this simple moment,
he let Gene see him.
And Gene looked back, calm as fuck, a smile that made Dan’s eyes spring
tears that seemed to burst something inside Gene as he spilled a hot run of
come against Dan, and without a second thought, Dan’s orgasm poured out of him,
too, marking Gene just as thoroughly as Gene was him.
He fell forward, letting Gene take his weight, knowing the other man
wouldn’t mind.
“You run and we’ll see how long you keep this body away from me,” Gene
said softly, fiercely, rubbing his hands up Dan’s back, squeezing his shoulders
in a tight hug. “You stay here, with me, and I’ll protect you from everything.”
“Everything?” Dan asked, his voice sounding like a child’s as he looked
up onto Gene’s face, their breaths mixing, their eyes looking. The only thing
in the world that seemed to matter was each other.
“From everything.”
And onto the pimping and other random fact linked to
this hop